fire. water. works.

happy birthday, 'merica!
here in the woodsly goodness,
we don't exactly get patriotic in the au courant sense.
no country music, no flag-waving, no barbecue and beer....
generalized patriotism seems to embody the worst aspects
or xenophobia and mediocre complacent catchall
case-studies in settling down
and then following that path right down the tubes
as such,
there's very little, or even nearly none,
of that kind of weak sauce here in the Fortress.
we don't aim for the middle and settle for the bottom,
we overdo it, shoot the full) moon,
and get busy with that high livin', high spirited
high-horsemanship that comes with going to eleven.
july 4th? add up the month and day, duders-
actual patriotic jauns are for the furious fusiliers of
worthy warrior poetry in motion-
yeah, neighbors,
we do get expert on some old-timey
real-talking revolution-style original betsy ross
thirteen colonies-type jauns.
y'know?
yeah.
Folk Life, Liberty, & the pursuit of happiness.
well,
two out of three, anyway.
chasing happiness happens to always be a losing race.
it flees at the same pace i run after it.
awwwwwwwww.
it's 'merica's party,
but i'll cry if i want to...
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fireworks bring the thunder to the sky
from the ground up, even.
however,
the cumulonimbus monsters hovering up above
threaten to reverse the position the thunder comes from.
is anybody surprised?
hard weather,
hard rain,
hard times,
hard styles.
it's always the case,
because it's all always really happening.
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we spanned a righteous, revolutionary day
at the river's edge on a sandy shoal
getting tan and getting involved, actively,
in being part of it all.
big action and big pictures, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....